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[molotov]

Who: Molotov and you, maybe
What: Fireside sitting in the lobby, thinking, talking, drinking
When: The middle of the damn night!
Where: Lobby
Rating: Ehhh probably like PG-13 at most

The lobby never really got silent, not with the noctural residents and everyone who seemed to come and go at all hours, but it did get quiet if you waited up late enough, and Molotov needed a little bit of quiet.

Sure, she could have stayed up in her room, could have sat in bed next to Brock as he slept, even though she couldn't sleep herself. But something about it made her want to leave, want to just be in front of the beautiful, if slightly "majestic generic", fireplace down in the lobby.

So she'd put on some pajamas and wandered downstairs, taking a seat on the sofa closest the fire. The castle provided a blanket to cover her legs with, and a mug of red wine hot chocolate that never seemed to need refilling, and Molotov couldn't help but think it was the nicest thing the castle had done in a while.

And there she sat, alone and silent, gazing into the flames as the lobby traffic died out more and more.

Until you came along.

Comments

[molotov]

He was an asshole for no reason at all! And he tried to talk Brock out of marrying her and spending time with her! And there was that thing with the crush on Brock too, once? Spike was really lucky that Molotov even considered forgiving him.

She sticks her hand out toward him. Gotta shake on it!

[gottaknockhard]

Wow all of that is taken so out of context! And he had a crush on a lot of people that week, it wasn't his fault.

Also this doesn't seem like the kind of thing you need to shake on, is it? It feels weird actually doing it, but he'll give her a pass for being drunk. Lucky bitch.

"Deal, then."

[molotov]

Why not shake on it? It's a verbal contract, they were were going to start over! Don't be a dick, Spike, or she might just conveniently "forget" all this and kick you in the balls later this week.

She shakes his hand, smiling, then lights a new cigarette.

[gottaknockhard]

He's shaking it, calm down. He may not know why this is happening, but it does get kind of tiring dealing with his fan club all the time. He never saw himself as that hard to get along with.

But whatever, it's not important right now. He takes her cue to replace his own cigarette and enjoy it in place of the sandwich he'd originally come down for. It's almost the same.

[molotov]

Cigarettes: better than sandwiches for sure.

Molotov settles into this silence, apparently content to not say anything more. She's probably going to doze off again on his shoulder in a little bit, but that's a bridge to be crossed when he comes to it.